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RP or REV? Thanks to Mike Ink's excellent work, this post of
the Good Wife University (GWU) story contains far fewer annoying
errors than the first post in early 1999. Since the story is
the same, I chose to call this a repost even though Mike found
and corrected lots of errors.
The original posting of GWU was interrupted when Eli's a.s.s.m.
went down. The final chapters were posted only to a.s.s. This
is the first post of the complete Good Wife University (GWU)
story to a.s.s.m., a prelude to the first part of the GWU Alumni
stories. In addition, a 'Prologue & Table of Contents' with a
list of all the GWU characters will be added to this post.
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Good Wife University (GWU)
bi bobbi jo
Chapter Eleven
Friday Night Frights
"How can you possibly satisfy your master's sexual needs dressed
like that?" Jerry demanded when Tina submissively knelt before
him with her butt plugged, a full head harness locking a short
rubber penis in her mouth, and her hands cuffed behind her back.
"Mmmff," she said around the gag, nuzzling Wendy's leg with her
head. When Wendy looked down at her, their eyes met. Tina
shifted her eyes from Wendy toward her husband and she made
another sound around the gag.
"Are your sure?" Wendy asked Tina, having received the message
that she was to be the surrogate to service Master Jerry. To
emphasize the point, Tina put her head behind Wendy and nudged
the young woman toward her husband.
"You're sure?" Jerry now asked, standing up from his chair to
receive an affirmative nod from his submissive wife.
"It seems I'm to be your gift," Wendy said softly, nervously.
"I'm a virgin. Really. And I've never in my life gotten a man
off like this," she added. Just a few days ago, she had taken a
man's cock into her mouth for the first time. That was just a
test, to see if she would obey and to let an experienced man
evaluate her lack of technique. Now she was faced with the
real thing... in public... in front of the other women. She was
excited as she knelt, unzipped Jerry's pants, and engulfed the
throbbing cock that jumped out at her face.
Wendy didn't know many tricks, but she used her tongue to swish
the bottom of the cock in her mouth and pressed firmly with her
lips as she started bobbing her head. Jerry's arousal helped.
So did his hands on the back of her head, setting the rhythm that
brought him off quickly. Wendy desperately gobbled, wanting to
please Jerry and to prove to herself that she could satisfy a
man. Jerry groaned loudly, closed his eyes, and shot more spunk
for Wendy to swish around her mouth, savoring the pungent taste.
"Thank you," she smiled down at Tina. "But you'll have to be
punished even more since I had to do your work."
Tina's eyes smiled at Wendy as she rose, wiping a remnant of
come from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and
then licking it off. With Jennifer's help, they moved Tina to
the rack and secured her in an uncomfortable, bent-over posture.
One by one, the young freshmen striped Tina's bottom with the
thin cane, wincing more themselves than Tina did.
Maria devilishly remembered the Ben-Gay and massaged it into
the wickedly cut buttocks. Even though there was no blood, most
of the strokes had raised weals. They heard Tina's deep-throated
whine even around the gag before Maria finished. It was Wendy
who stepped in front of Tina and said, "If we release you, do you
agree to be our slave for the rest of the weekend?"
Tina, tears streaking down her face, nodded affirmatively and was
released from the rack. She could barely walk, and the freshmen
had difficulty staying in character. "Thank you for correcting
my behavior for my master, mistresses," Tina sobbed when the gag
was removed, reassuring them.
"You're welcome, slave. Now present yourself to your master,"
Wendy ordered.
"Yes, mistress."
"Please, master," Tina begged. "Use my well prepared asshole for
your pleasure. It's only warm now. The cream is no longer
uncomfortably hot."
Jerry was hard again. He forcefully removed the plug with an
audible 'pop' and slammed into his wife's abused hole, burying
himself completely in one violent thrust.
"Yes!" Tina screamed as his lower abdomen met her still flaming
bottom. "Yes, master!"
It took longer to finish this time. And everyone watched in awe,
even Clarice and Lucy.
"This is getting a little heavy for me," Jennifer whispered to
Debbie.
"Me, too, but she's sure getting off on it."
"Yeah. But now what?"
"Let's ask Lucy."
Lucy provided lots of ideas. "I'm pretty sure her safe word at
home is 'Beetle Juice.' Our standard safe word is 'red'. If
she says either one, whatever you're doing stops immediately.
She won't say it unless it's really too much. She's much too
proud. Have fun."
--==*==--
Adrenaline was pumping, keeping Darlene alert. It was only
ten but she hadn't heard a sound for half an hour, so she slid
out of bed and crept down the hallway to the gym, looking for
some sort of clothing. It was locked.
Tiptoeing back to the office, she found it unlocked and got
Tina's keys, gripping them tightly so they wouldn't jingle and
alert someone. Then, still nude and barefoot, she crept out to
Tina's car, praying that Tina had left something for her to wear
in the little Ford.
The dome light nearly blinded her, but she instantly saw a gym
bag in the back seat. It contained only pair of exercise
shorts and a thin tank top. Short shorts, Darlene realized when
she pulled them on, and in Tina's size, not hers. The shorts
were so tight that Darlene feared that they would tear, but the
Spandex finally stretched around her big butt. And on Tina, the
top would have been short, thin, and sexy. On Darlene, it was
obscene. Her breasts nearly burst it, her nipples poking out
the front in the chilly air.
Frightened by her actions, Darlene started the car. She winced
as she ground the gears, not used to a standard transmission.
She was sure someone had heard the sound and that she would be
carried back inside to suffer terrible punishments. Even with
some moonlight, she had to turn on the headlights to see the
driveway. She expected staff to show up and carry her off in
chains at any moment. She breathed a sigh of relief when the
old buildings were out of sight.
She was surprised at the length of the gravel driveway. It took
fifteen minutes for her to reach the gate -- which was closed.
She slowed as she approached it, wondering how she was going to
get it open, when it began to open by itself. As soon as she
drove through, the gate switched directions and began to roll
closed.
Darlene shivered even with the heater blasting hot air on her
body. She felt cut off from civilization as the gate latched
behind her, and felt new fears that she would get lost with no
money, no identification, no defenses, no watch, no shoes, almost
no clothing, and no idea where she was.
Tina told her it was easy to find her way back. "Just take the
first paved left, go six miles, and then turn right. In about
ten minutes, you'll start to recognize things," Tina had told
her. But it seemed like she had driven for hours before she
saw a road going left. It turned out to be a gravel driveway.
And the next road, which even had a street sign and highway
number, was also gravel, just a farm road. She was crying in
fear, sure that she had missed the turn-off, when a paved
crossroads came into view. She prayed that it was 'left, then
right' and not the other way around as she turned.
It was some minutes later when Darlene realized that she hadn't
checked the odometer. "Go six miles," Tina had said. She
considered going back to the crossroads but decided against
it. She didn't check the route number that she came off of and
intersections came up fairly often now. It was in the middle
of nowhere when she came on a stop sign. Scared to death that
she was going to get lost out here, she decided to turn right.
After driving for what she guessed was ten minutes, she didn't
see anything that she recognized. Tears made driving difficult
as she continued, not knowing where she was or where she was
going. She wondered again about turning back, but she knew
she could never find the way. And then she noticed that the
gas gauge was sitting below the E.
'At least it's June and not freezing,' she thought, wondering
when she was going to be stranded in the middle of nowhere. It
was then that she saw a sign for the state park, a park where
her family occasionally came to fish for perch and bass, a place
that she recognized. But Dwayne always drove. Could she find
her way back?
She sighed in relief when a sign came into view saying "I-81 --
4.8 miles." Other red, white, and blue signs led her to the
interstate highway that she knew would lead her home. Once
on the four lane, she discovered that the Festiva had a fifth
gear, not like the Beetle that she drove as a teenager.
A chill ran down her spine when she saw flashing blue lights
beside the road. She glanced at the speedometer to see the
needle pointing to 75 and immediately let up on the accelerator
pedal. She gripped the wheel in a death grip, sure that the
state trooper had clocked her speed, that she was going to be
arrested, taken to jail in the scanty outfit..
.. but the trooper already had his quarry. She saw the trooper
facing a man trying to touch his nose with a fingertip as she
coasted by the blue-gray car with the flashing blue lights.
For the rest of the trip, she maintained her speed at exactly
the posted limit and drove carefully so that she wouldn't
attract attention, praying that the gas would hold out.
New frights assailed her mind as she approached her family's
simple wood framed home on the poor side of town. She didn't
have a key and Dwayne was a heavy sleeper. Could she wake him
without waking the kids? Would a neighbor see her in..? How
would she explain..?
She felt crazed when she pulled Tina's little car into the
driveway behind Dwayne's pickup and got out, her nipples
hardening almost painfully from the chill. Her bare feet were
instantly cold from the damp ground as she looked around, hoping
none of the neighbors were up.
She tried the front door. Locked. And the back. Also locked.
Then she crept around the side of the house. Their bedroom
window was open but the screen covered the opening. "Dwayne,"
she called in a whisper. "Dwayne!" She knocked on the outside
edge of the wooden window frame and then through the screen
against a window pane. She whispered her husband's name louder,
then softly called, and finally yelled, "Dwayne, damn you, wake
up!"
She spun around to lean against the clap boards with flaking
paint and cursed herself and her husband and her luck and then
nearly died of fright when she heard, "I thought that was you."
"Dwayne, thank God!" Darlene gasped. They hugged. In seconds,
the hug had turned into a lewd bump-and-grind. For their first
thirteen years of marriage, Darlene and Dwayne often found
themselves in similar groping embraces. Darlene always hoped and
prayed that Dwayne would follow through rather than leaving her
in need. But that morning, standing outdoors beside the house,
remembering Clarice's mini-lecture about when 'dirty words' were
appropriate, she told her husband, "Fuck me. Please?"
With a growl, Dwayne pushed the thin tank top up and attacked
her breasts, squeezing one roughly and sucking the other, grazing
his teeth over the nipple. Interconnecting nerves in Darlene's
body signaled her pussy to release a flood of lubricant that
quickly wet the crotch of the little white shorts. She couldn't
wait. "Here. Now. God, how I need you! Fuck me. Now!"
"Back yard," Dwayne managed to say around the nipple that
throbbed in his mouth. He pushed her backward, never breaking
the embrace, guiding her toward the hammock stretched between
the maple trees that ruined what might otherwise be a lawn.
She leaned back into the ropes, stretching them. Dwayne grabbed
her butt and lifted her onto the hammock, hooking under the waist
band of the little shorts while his hands were there to peel them
down her legs. He stood back and looked at his wife in the dim
light of the moon and glow from streetlights. "You are one sexy
slut," he growled softly.
"Who needs to be fucked. Please don't make me wait."
He smiled at what he saw. His wife, always a bundle of sexual
energy, who hadn't used a cuss word in thirteen years, was
stroking her pussy. He had only seen a woman play with her
pussy in the porno' movies he sometimes rented or in magazines.
But there was his wife, one hand holding herself open for him,
and the other swirling around her lower belly. "I like it when
you tell me what you want," he said softly.
"Well right now I want your _COCK_ in my _CUNT_," she told him,
spitting out the four letter words for emphasis and because it
make her hotter and because he liked it. "Do it hard! Fuck me!"
She was actually begging him. No chance of his being rejected,
of her turning her back on him at the last minute while his nuts
ached for release. He smiled as he moved against her and pushed,
rocking the hammock up until her gaping sex was level with his
cock. He aimed it with one hand and let her slide onto his
shaft.
Darlene wrapped her legs around her skinny husband and used her
heels to drive him fully into her, sighing in satisfaction as she
felt the wonderful sensation of fullness that she so loved. But
this was different. She suddenly realized what she was doing,
masturbating in front of her husband. Not just in front of, but
with... She blushed. More accurately, she flushed with
excitement, aroused by the naughtiness of what she was doing.
'And he likes it,' she realized. He said so. He liked it
when she talked dirty. He obviously liked... Oh, shit! The
combination of his cock and her fingers. She was there! And the
most violent orgasm she had ever experienced exploded, surprising
her. "Oh, gawddd." she gasped, bucking up, using the hammock's
springy ropes to further increase the lovely friction as the
first explosion subsided.
"Ready to go to bed?" Dwayne asked softly.
"Are you?" Darlene asked uncertainly.
"Only if you are."
She was tired. And afraid that a neighbor would hear them. Or
one of the kids. But she was turned on. Dwayne's nice, average,
but very satisfying cock was still hard and still firmly sheathed
in her pussy. "I kind of like it out here," she whispered.
"Yeah," he agreed. "We should do this more often."
"What?"
"Come outside."
"Or in the truck," Darlene giggled, remembering when she was
younger... and smaller, and they would grope nearly to orgasm
and then she'd lift one leg over the seat and he'd awkwardly push
his pants down and...
"We haven't tried the kid's tree house or the lawn chairs."
"Or the wading pool," Darlene snickered, feeling giddy.
"Keep going," Dwayne said, confusing Darlene.
"Going where?"
"Doing that," he replied, looking down where they were still
joined.
Darlene blushed, blood making every inch of her exposed skin
feel hot as she realized that she was still stroking her pussy,
pulling up so her labia and little clit hood provided a pleasant
stimulation. 'He likes that? He likes it... when I touch
myself, when.. Oh, what I've missed.' She asked him, "Do you
like it when I play with myself like this?"
"Yeah." He put his hands on her hips and gently rocked the
hammock, sliding his hardon in and out. He watched and felt
his wife open her outer pussy lips again and begin to stroke
herself for his viewing pleasure.
'Kegel exercises,' Darlene's dirty mind suggested. Busy hands
and busy pussy muscles and busy cock thrusting and... 'I'm going
to come again,' she realized with astonishment. 'And I'm not
just playing with myself. Well, I am but not in bed with Dwayne
at work and me frustrated that... Oh, thank you Lord and
Clarice,' she silently prayed as a second explosion approached.
She no longer had to consciously clench her pelvic muscles as
they spasmed on their own. Her hand was strumming her clit and
her muscles, all of them, tensed at once and... POW!
Buck and bounce, the hammock providing the perfect amount of
give to absorb her contortions. "Gawd, yes! Fuck! Fuck, fuck
fuckfuuaaauuuccck!"
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